The Morning After

The previous evening I was at a meeting in Blackheath and Mr C was in Mount Victoria, 7 mins away to the north west.

Mr C rang, the snow was falling heavily, more so than he'd ever experienced in the last twenty years. No-one was travelling on the highway, there were no tyre tracks through the snow and you couldn't tell where the road started and finished.

No biggie for you northern hemisphere types, but we are just not set up for this kind of weather.

So, the next morning and the snow is no longer on the roads, and I was stalking around the front yard looking for a blip when I heard a sick sound out the front - Trish was attempting to leave for work with a car that was protesting and, despite the windscreen being tossed with warm water, insisted on icing up immediately. She didn't get past the next neighbours :)

Here she is, giving in to the frosty screen.